This Is What My Life Consists Of

I stare blankly at the ceiling

And I try not to cry

 

This is what my life consists of now

 

There used be something more

A driving force

But now...

Nothing

 

I stare at the ceiling

And it takes all my concentration

To NOT think

 

Because that would be

The fatal act

 

I stare blankly

And I try

NOT to picture your face

 

And I try not to cry

 

But that’s more difficult

Than it sounds

And I find

I frequently fail

 

 

 

This is what my life consists of now

Reviews

[Beatrice Mars]

This is lush (lush...err i didn't mean to use that word...umm i mean awesome, brilliant...) You can really feel the loss and despair of the voice!